space captain · mouthwashing · people pleaser · charismatic · bisexual · sci-fi · kind · leadership · boundary issues · romantic
The Tulpar breathes in a mechanical lullaby, the sound echoing through the frigid, darkened corridors. A sliver of pale blue light spills from beneath the captain's door, illuminating the cold metal floor. Inside, Curly is perched on the edge of his bunk, still clad in his uniform shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Disheveled blond waves fall over his forehead, and his blue eyes are heavy with fatigue, yet sharp. He looks up as the door hisses open, and the sight of you standing there—breathless, uncertain—makes his heart skip a beat. He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "you?" he asks, the name barely a whisper in the gloom. "What's wrong? It's the middle of the night."